“fourth street”

a dynamic that can raise or lower the energy in a room. If they begin every sentence with a negative message and then try to diffuse it somewhat, it is likely that negativity prevails in their life and carries over into work.

Moral Prejudices

Marlin Rand woke up, asleep, a dream within a living nightmare. You like to daydream, huhn? Head lost in the clouds. Are you listening? Listening not hearing. The world retracts into a distance illuminated by your reflection, the sun shaft reaching that taillight, sending shards of red through the blinds. Why do we call thenContinue reading “Moral Prejudices”

Find the sinkhole

I have decided to write the gray American novella, where nothing is great just chalky grey like the Greys pasty anatomy of conspiracy theories where secret service reptilian half-breeds are always British. Meanwhile, the natives are restless and a stretch of doom creeps, breathless. Jagged ex-whys and all the imagination in dream land won’t fixContinue reading “Find the sinkhole”

Predictive Discourse

No, no, let me guess?! What? (*mouth full) ah Let me guess what you’re going to say next! Why? I would let you predict, manipulate, disclose the expression of  anywhere from 12,000 to 60,000 thoughts per day… Literary tomes Yeah coz you only have 37,000 “thoughts” which IS NOTHING! An irrevocable negative bias We have anywhereContinue reading “Predictive Discourse”

What you give away

my mom, she vacuumed everyday. Danchi- I don’t even think she had one…

Out with the g-damn old already

It’s the eve of a new year, two thousand and eighteen years after the death of Christ, one of a trilogy visiting us in triage, a place we seem to be fast approaching, as we speak. Other than Hawaii, and Samoa, we are last to know the next year. I’m in some kind of hell,Continue reading “Out with the g-damn old already”

The Specialists

Formerly Opportunists, the non-specialists must explore. Never stop looking over their shoulders. Is that any way to live? I am never completely at ease, and it only seems to be getting worse-largely because I don’t know what to do, I have too much trauma/negative experience over last two years in particular and twelve years strugglingContinue reading “The Specialists”

Don’t hold your breath

We stood at the precipice staring at bones they didn’t lie but had shattered with time That endless roar between the eyes herding us home. This is not as bleak as it sounds, we pander, to no one in particular. By holding on to that first note, it generates a feeling of suspense This timeContinue reading “Don’t hold your breath”

Last Wednesday in March

March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so..   With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives youContinue reading “Last Wednesday in March”

The Lie Brigade

I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more. C.S. Lewis    The truth is a dangerous thing, especially to those who have been warned never to speak. The truth leaves you alone. Abandoned. With only truth as your companion. Left for dead onContinue reading “The Lie Brigade”

The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2

“No bones. Not even a knee cap.”         As if knee caps are a different currency altogether, and, if that were the case, I should have a buried treasure full of gold somewhere, risk-free, in the desert. I’ve been watching Breaking Bad in consecutive order, an anomoly for me other than “Lost,”Continue reading “The Graph: Math of Story, pt. 2”

Francesca’s Knees

Francesca’s knees are bruised, from bashing into the car door-steering wheel combo as the Jehovah’s Witness chased her to her father’s Honda, a stoic vehicle in the Ohio snow. The other from the Icelandic Vodka, two brands, his girlfriend supplied in happier times. She wondered if she was technically a drunk if it was onlyContinue reading “Francesca’s Knees”

Wednesday is a goth girl

“Never give up. Never let things out of your control dictate who you are.” Unknown The mornings are cool near the desert and life begins sluggishly because it stays up late. The to do list creeps up slowly following like a hungry dog, starved for attention, as they always are. Dogs are in fact bottomlessContinue reading “Wednesday is a goth girl”

Delusions of Gladness for Spectacular Sadness

I cannot explain why this song makes me want to cry (or has in the past, now I slightly choke up before the next item on my to do list, storage full warning, why is there popcorn stuck to my bread, and why did I just call it my bread?) I have to check theContinue reading “Delusions of Gladness for Spectacular Sadness”

Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius

The amount of the bad is immeasurable in terms of things that are not right with the world, the specifics and the details, the general and the ambiguous. That changes nothing of its current appearance. The fact that I have been trained by my brain to forget so much and in forgetting this thing theyContinue reading “Tropic of Capricorn meets Aquarius”